Hip hop is a genre that I can appreciate because of what it does to your body ( Read more... )

the jukebox is playing the worst song i ever wrote
and my old girl dances on some rich man's table
she crushes a wine glass with her high as hell heel
he'll drink from whats left

she'll stare with envy!
she'll stare with all her greed!
might you drink faster from your broken glass, boy!
soon her stare will turn you to stone!

oh dont time change the rules you'd rather follow?
when you're less inclined to inhale, all the more to swallow
now guess i finally done right
while my wrongs i burned last night
so you'll still find me burning here in hell with roses

lord save me from the evangelist!

relient k's lyricist is an uninformed fool ( Read more... )

it was pointed out to me, reality. some people are that cold, some people are that common, some people are that counter-productive, some people are that different from us?

and then it hit us, we're just as bad as they are! -us vs them- is a meaningless point of view.

seasons come reasons go/ as i would know/ the wind blows me, down your road// as i would see/ shadows walk with me/ as you would be, stay that way for me// 10.17.03

i'll never live long because i'll always live well ( Read more... )

the black road winds and the leaves stick wet to the ground
near to the place where at i found out
i know, i know, i know i might never find my way back home

but all's alright i've one place to go
far from where she felt alone
i go, i go, i go: we'll never need home again

i wanna talk to you, cause right now i feel like a gun that don't shoot